A quote from an article named “Not Everyone Is Self-Interested” on objectivisminddepth.com says,”People can also intentionally sacrifice out of a sense of sheer moral duty. They can give in order to feel less guilty, under a morality that extols self-sacrifice. he self-interested thing to do would reject the morality that tells them to sacrifice. Wanting to “be a good person” according to a morality that advocates self-abnegation, is not a self-interested motivation. Self-interested is to be motivated by the approval of yourself or others in acting according to your supposed duties under the morality of altruism.” The point of this excerpt is to show the point that humans, although partially do act with self-interest in mind, do in fact, not intend to act for it primarily. This is because of a social stigma that accompanies people who act solely for themselves. They are looked down on and are considered to be selfish and cruel. This apathy that the person has towards others creates a way to make them become more interested and involved in the process, making them want to help others, to become accepted. However, do not get me wrong here as this process itself is not self interest at all. Self-interest is meant to benefit you, rather with sheer moral duty, it does the opposite, and works against a person in ways they do not originally want. As most people do, they bend to social stigma and become the status quo, making it so self-interest is not at all the primary motivation driving humans.
Consider that we have an automatic setting. Now, as one may presume, it can be robotic, its something we go to first off when we have something to do. In this case however, it regards a persons mindset. Automatic examples are, as follows, thinking someone is in your way, rather than you thinking how you decided to be there yourself. A prime example, yet unpopular with its intense truth, is that in a way, if in this automatic mindset, the whole world revolves around you. In an except named “This is Water” by David Foster Wallace talks about how automatic and easy it is to act in you natural state, which in this case, is self-interest. “If I don’t make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. If I choose to think this way…, fine. Lots of us do. Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn’t have to be a choice. It is my natural default setting. It’s the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I’m operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the centre of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world’s priorities. The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations. “ Here, Foster recognises that people have a tendency to act in their own skin, meaning that they revolve around themselves, that’s their automatic, and it’s easy. However my point here, is that although some act this way, most people tend to act against it. This works with my first point, as this is usually because they bend against themselves for stigma, or the rare chance that they consciously and maturely make that decision. The fact that we consciously make the choice to go against our automatic setting, we provide a precedent for ourselves to act not in favor, but for others. Also by doing so, are influenced by social standards and pressure to continue acting that way, so primarily we don’t act on our as as grown being, but more when we are younger and spend less time acting primitive than not. It is important to understand that it is a reversible effect, that rather than acting for ourselves, we act in repentance of ourselves, to calm the waters of our psyche and allowing ourselves to become better people for others, and not just ourselves.
In conclusion, self interest is not the sole motivator for humans/human interaction/human action. Overally, there is many other motivator/motivating factors that can cause a person to act/interact. Some of those being, Sheer Moral Duty/ Social Stigma and Awareness Vs. Automatic Response. That being, this is why I stand in negation of the resolution “Humans are primarily driven by self-interest.”
A Mother Like No Other
The narrator in Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is Nick Carraway. From the beginning, Nick’s bias towards the people in his life and the situations he is placed in are present as he clearly gives his opinion and judgments on others when retelling his story. This type of narration is unreliable as we are going off only what Nick is telling us, which may or may not be true and most likely is biased. Upon receiving life advice from his father he says: “I’m inclined to reserve all judgments” (Fitzgerald 1). Nick says that he will be objective, but this is entirely inaccurate, as he instantly shows his biased opinions towards Gatsby: “Only Gatsby, was exempt from my reaction . . . Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn” (Fitzgerald 2). Although Gatsby is immoral and goes against everything that Nick stands for, he still finds him “gorgeous” and admires his hope and optimism further emphasizing his favouritism towards Gatsby. This admiration progresses, as Nick overlooks Gatsby’s many wrongdoings. When Nick finds out about Gatsby’s side business selling “grain alcohol” over the counter and also when Gatsby covers for Daisy after their accident.
Clouded by his affection for Gatsby, he quickly suspends his judgments and excuses Gatsby’s illegal actions maintaining the illusion that Gatsby is an altruistic character. Even from the first two pages, readers can detect Nick’s biased thinking and his capability to deceive others arising doubt in the authenticity of Nick’s narration. This further continues when Nick follows Tom and Myrtle to their apartment. As they start drinking, Nick says: “I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon; so everything that happened has a dim, hazy cast over it” (Fitzgerald 29). This furthers the lack of his trustworthiness, as it gives the readers the incentive to believe that all the events that he narrates were not completely accurate. After he leaves the party he forgets or intentionally withholds information from readers: “. . . I was standing beside his bed . . . clad in his underwear. Beauty and the Beast . . . Brook’n Bridge. . .” (Fitzgerald 38). These ellipses are here to show gaps in time, where Nick has failed to accurately narrate the events prior to the situation where one minute he was leaving the party and next he was in the Pennsylvania Station. In summary, Nick is an irresponsible and inaccurate narrator as he predominantly favours Gatsby and leaves out specifics for the reader. This leaves readers to question the credibility and wonder if all the stories that they read in the past, narrated through a biased standpoint, is completely made up.
If I had to choose one person to tell my life story, I would certainly choose my mother. When I was a newborn, my father would often go to Korean business conventions for approximately 1-3 months at a time. As my mother had to juggle the needs of my two older siblings and a newborn simultaneously, she would tell me how difficult it was to feed, cloth, play, do household chores and take care of errands by herself. So throughout my life, my mother was always there for me, she would understand what I would try to say, decipher my cries, and remember every little detail about me. One event that would frame our familial bond and love would be when I was 5, me and my older siblings made her a card containing our appreciation for all her hard work, where I made household chores coupons so that she can redeem them when necessary, my sister cooked, and my brother cleaned the whole house. One event that she would leave out would be the time that because of the stress she cried herself to sleep. My mother would never allow us to see that she was suffering, as she always put our needs ahead of ours. My mother would be the best person in my life to tell my life story, as she will be able to accurately tell past events incorporating all the small details, the intense emotions and be able to connect with the reader’s nostalgic memories creating a warm and comforting book called “A Mother Like No Other”.
The Relationships In My Life Story
“Illness is rooted in a culturally constituted explanatory model that seeks to clarify the source of distress and to outline a course of treatment to be pursued by both the healer and the patient” (Baer and Singer, 79). Growing up in the states, I noticed the initiative taken into handling the presence of an illness, such as hospice care, prescription medication, and therapy. Coming from an immigrant family that placed an emphasis on “model minority,” there were often contradictions between what I observed and what I was taught regarding the concepts of experienced pain and treatment. In this paper, I will draw from my experiences as well as anthropological works to illustrate the significance of obtaining the necessary care upon diagnosis of an illness.
Seemingly, mental illness to my family was indicative of incompetency, or lacking capability. It was almost like mental health was a sign of inferiority, as my parents hardly brought up the topic, and if it ever did come up, the conversation would end with “you can just take a nap and rest it off.” My mother in particular was always concerned that a diagnosis of such an illness would “contribute to a sense of being singled out and stigmatized,” ultimately leaving us feeling weak and vulnerable to the everyone around us (Kleinman and Benson, 1675). I still remember the moment when I found out my younger sister was diagnosed with clinical depression. My parents had to let go of their self-dependent thinking and reach out to a specialist for the sake of her wellbeing. There was no avoiding treatment for her, as it had clearly affected her daily living habits, to the point that she didn’t even want to go to school. When she was asked about what potentially caused her to identify herself with such little value, she was unable to give one single reason. As it turned out, a plethora of issues had accumulated in the past few months, which resulted in an emotional and physical strain that kept her from living as happily as she once was. Had we not brought her to a therapist to determine these underlying reasons, she most likely would not have told us, if at all. Her life was falling apart, and it was time that she received the aid and support necessary to help her love herself again.
Finding a solution for the both the sufferer and the helper to follow is a challenging task, and possibly difficult to undertake. Having both the perspectives of Asian and Western society pushed me to identify the importance of mental and physical illness, as well as the commitment required to improve the mindset and life. As of now, it appears that this model of illness is more apparent in my life, as well as those around me who once did not emphasize the significance of the mental aspect of it. It is clear that this model reconnected and healed the relationships in my life story, and I am hopeful that it does the same in another’s.